You would call me your love-MI AMOR
you would tell me how much you care...

Your always there for me
through good times and bad...

I carry these books
holding my life...

This pain inside
I cannot describe...

My story is dark and hated
no one ever seems to care...

She is lonely
even though you can't tell...

I cut my wrist
it numbs the pain...

I cannot sleep
so I cannot dream...

She hides her feelings away from her mother,
afraid of what she might say...

A girl is standing all on her own
this girl has been left all alone...

I feel like I don't know who I am
what role in life I play...

Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep...